Joice Fairchild

House - Poem by Joice Fairchild

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My son called the other day Saying now that he has grown And has responsibility For a family of his own, He hoped that as a parent He could do the job I did Providing the security That he felt as a kid. I asked, "What security? You never had a home." Years while looking for myself, I forced my kids to roam. He said, "I was never homeless. I had the stars above. You put your arms around me And built a house of love. A home, more than walls, Is showing that you care. In the end, no matter what, I knew you'd be there." I thanking my son for calling And quickly said good bye. Too much understanding Can make a mother cry.